He never intended to become a druid, a charlatan, or an adventurer. He simply became whatever the day required. Born to no great family and tied to no lasting home, Tsudoh learned early that people see what they expect to see. A kind smile, the right clothes, a convincing story, and suddenly he was a messenger, a merchant, a pilgrim, a tax collector, or a humble servant of whichever god happened to inspire the most confidence that week. It was never about greed as much as survival.

At some point, however, one scam went too well.  Ever since, he’s had the uncomfortable feeling that someone, somewhere, remembers his face… or at least one of them.

Now he travels once again, adopting new names as easily as changing hats. He entertains, bargains, bluffs, heals, lies, and occasionally performs honest work when circumstances demand it. He tells himself every new identity is temporary. He’s just beginning to wonder whether one day he’ll have to decide which one is truly his.